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Eight signs of woman's sexuality

The woman, first of all, sexual object for men. Therefore, to be desired, she should be sexual. Let's consider attributes of sexuality.

1. Comprehension of own sexuality is similar to a self-estimation. The woman feeling sexual, necessary and desired will be that.

2. Sexual women love men and consider them good friends, and sincere sympathy to men - one of secrets of their affinity.

3. Sexual women love their body and satisfied with how they look, finding in their appearance only insignificant defects. Love to own body, probably, one more secret of sex appeal.

4. Sexual women are quiet in questions of sex and love it more than ordinary women. They think more about it and make love more often than others, but find own sexual life satisfactory.

5. Sexual women are able to have repeated orgasms. Ability to orgasms positively influences on sensation of the woman of own sexuality and on how she reacts to the man.

6. Women who are considered sexual are more liberal in bed and become initiators of sex at least in half of all cases.

7. Men tell, that sexual women are better in bed. But they also tell, that too beautiful women not always behave in bed as well, as more simple girls.

8. Women usually feel two kinds of imaginations - sexual and romantic. Sexual women frequently feel romantic imaginations, instead of sexual. It is known, that readers of romantic stories are more sexual and receive the greater pleasure from sex, than those who does not read them.

What do you believe in? Believe in God? The supreme intellect? In the supreme collective intellect in which are concentrated experience and knowledge of generations?

All of us are connected with each other, - each person on a planet. All of us a single whole; all of us are connected by water, a basis of a life from which this life has appeared, of which basically we consist of; all of us children of the big explosion from which all began, in each of us there is a little part of it, a part of the universe, a part of everyone.

There is a certain envelope, the certain substance keeping the information about the past, the information about what was in the past, experience and knowledge of ancestors - a database keeping, but accessible to using not to all - one of a million already enough. This base there is the supreme collective reason and only a few can exchange with it the information by means of transfer of energy.

Knowledge, experience was passed on from generation to generation through a paper, by word of mouth, from generation to generation, from the father to the son, in books, in a digital kind. In some tribes there is some person, whose mission is to keep and pass on the saved up experience and traditions of a tribe, etc. - all this occurs at physical contact, whether it is conversation, a disk, the TV, the book... All this can be seen, touched, thrown out, erased... Materialism... The mankind has selected to itself such way...

To extract, build, ennoble, dig, sink, blow up, destroy, erect. As consequence - to destroy the nature, to destroy that harmony, that natural balance that was before. The mankind lives mostly in disbalance with the nature, having chosen such material direction. And to live not in harmony with the nature, is to live in not in harmony with the universe, that is not in harmony with yourself, as all here is a part of the universe. Why act in such a way? We live so... in artificial time, in time which is not in harmony with absolute, with absolute time of space. Our time is comparative, artificially divided into hours, minutes, seconds, artificially is determined the amount of seconds in a minute, hours in a day, months in a year ..

For a long time wanted to write my opinion concerning such concept as "love". At once I want to tell that it is only my opinion. It can not coincide with yours. I do not apply for objectivity.

The love can be different - parental, filial, to the Motherland, to the nature, etc.) But here the special kind of love will be discussed - love of the man and the woman .
Many people, unfortunately, mean by the word love such ideas and images which have no any relation to love.

So, love of the man and the woman. What image arises at you when you read these words? Many people have image of sexual relations. Even there is a phrase - to make love. But sex basically cannot be love as it means use of bodies of each other for reception of carnal pleasure. There is such concept as passion. The passion is a fatal desire to possess something or someone, to devour, subordinate to the will. Then appears jealousy.

Jealousy - an attribute of absence of love, an attribute of passion and destruction. When there is a passion, there is no place for love. The person turns to the consumer of human souls and bodies! One well-known psychologist writes « Sex can be compared to a drug. When the person have sex simply for the sake of satisfaction of an instinct, he leads a fast life for the sake of reception of carnal satisfaction ».

So? What is a true real love of the man and the woman? The love is an aspiration to each other of bodies and souls, for joint creation for continuation of a life. It is connection together. If you love, you never say, that possess object of love.

Several years before I was the witness on wedding of the best friend. After wedding the priest spoke the sermon - a parting word to newly-weds. His words impressed me a lot then. There is the general sense. When 2 persons are combined by the sacred union of a marriage, they should understand, that in their life will be both pleasure and complexities and deprivations. And the most important, that will help you overcome them - is a comprehension that from now you are not 2 persons any more - you are a single whole. And you should concern to lacks of the spouse as if something bad occurs to a part of you. In fact if your hand hurts - you will not cut it off but will patiently treat it? Other person is not a stranger any more but a part of you.

And so, many people tell me - I cannot date for a long time - the girl is like a book - I read her and put aside. Such consumer attitude and understanding of love brings a pain to both sides. You do not leave mum, sister or brother only because you know them well! And why - because you love them! You do not cut your head when your hairdress bothered your? Because the head is a part of you!
So love and be loved! And be happy!!!

Some women are ready to do everything to keep adorable man. They forgive him though they know he is not worthy of it. They undergo the indifference, irritability and lack of respect. If ur relations are for both of u, u should not hide ur displeasure with the partner. Because unsaid words stay with u, in ur heart. U can not change his character radically, but some men need to be pulled up in time.
If he wants u to be near, then he should care about how to make ur life happy and pleasant. There is no sense to continue ur relations if u are not happy. U should not offer yourself in sacrifice. U can’t gain love in such a way. More u sacrifice – less part of ur private life stay with u. Under no circumstances u should lose self-esteem. U should always stimulate ur self-appraisal.
Men like perfection in women. That’s why don’t hide ur merits and achievements, or u will never gain respect to ur professionalism from the men’s side.
Most men don’t like when the woman are nervous or upset. They feel responsibility for ur pain and they feel guilty that can’t spare you from difficulties.
Women like to talk about love, relations. From the first sight it seems that men less interested in it. But the case is that it is more harder for men to turn on from thoughts to feelings, than for women. Men strengthen themselves by the achievement in the career, and women – by interrelations. If u want to talk with ur partner on love themes – try to make him relax and let him forget about his work.
The ideal girl can be ideal only if she has a man with whom she can display all her talents

One and a half year later I want to tell thanks this person.

- Because due to him, I understood what means to love... When in the whole world there is nobody and nothing else for you, when you live from a meeting to a meeting, because once you understand, that this person is everything for you, and you are ready on all for the sake of him...

- For 7 months of happiness... for every day, every minute, which remained in my memory;
- because u let me know that i am necessary for you;
- because of opportunity though sometimes to fall asleep and wake up near you...
- because you changed me in the best side...
- because once having told I love u, I have heard the same words in the answer...
- simply for an opportunity to be near you...

- for all those gentle words...
- for that did not listen to anybody, and simply was with me...
- for all memoirs, for all that is connected with you, for all associations...
- because the physical intimacy with you was for me something more...
because closing eyes, I can feel touching of your hands and lips and to see your eyes...


because I feel that on myself ' we appreciate only when we lost '
because he taught me to lose, taught me to be strong, proud and independent...

- For that you were, is and you will the most dear person for me, in spite of everything...
- because half of me still belongs to you...

Well, again we alone with you: only you and I and quiet sounds of radio.. Radio which we thought up for us... Easy exciting music slightly concerns your hearing, you feel, how it fills in all cells of your body, your relaxed consciousness.. You are in our small world, where there is no place for anything exacpt us where nobody is imperous to prevent our happiness...
You dream, that such instants last eternally.. In fact we don't want to come back in a reality which absorbs you everything, not leaving a place for happiness..
.. The hope never dies, the person always trusts in the best, searches for the happiness.. You have already found it, but such happiness does not happen eternal.. Prompt rise, in the sky where the eternal love reigns where there is not a place for a rage, hatre and pains.. And the same prompt falling..
There is no back way and somewhere at heart you know, that it is the end.. But do not regret about anything .. In fact you one of the few who has found the purpose of the existence which for one instant has ceased to be senseless..
Very soon, and I shall leave, for ever.. But you are not afraid, in fact you already know, know, what the love is.

I never trusted in female friendship. Because all of us are competitors by nature. We can be at war, estimate always, really understand, who can apply on new boyfriend, more shortly to be protected from similar to us.But 4 years I am closely acquainted with one girl. We have common interests, almost identical tastes, one outlook, we are always well together, we can not live for a long time without each other, just like two sisters almost... And thus we had already gone through a lot of difficulties. For example, one girl tried to separate us twice. Last time it seemed she had success. But after some time we again began to communicate. Someone from us necessarily takes the first step towards. I already even do not tell, that we have confidential relations - it is clear, we are as a single whole. And I love her very much. I know, that is mutual. It turns out, there is female friendship? It is exist!

Many very serious people consider laugh trifling occupation. In their opinion, during such difficult time which we live past laughter. Unfortunately, they do not understand, that if we laughed and smiled more, also our time would not be such . It is difficult to tell, which physiological and mental changes caused by humour, occur in an organism of the person, but that they occur and salutarily influence the person, it is possible to take already for granted. During laughter works much more muscles, than it is usually represented: it not only muscles of the face, but also an abdominal tension and a diaphragm of a stomach.
Besides laughing, we breathe especially deeply, that updates stocks of oxygen in cells, helps to straighten bronchial tubes and lungs and to release respiratory ways. Laughter - fine gymnastics for stimulation of digestion, all organs located in a belly cavity. The laughter possesses also anesthetizing and anti-inflammatory property, and the brain during laughter allocates . Physicians from university of Bern (Switzerland) came to a conclusion, that curative action of physical exercises incomparably with salutary effect of laughter. On the basis of numerous researches it has been proved, that the impetuous laughter within 5 minutes not only removes a condition of depression, but also renders beneficial influence on activity of heart and lungs.
It is natural, that there are all kinds of laughter. There is nothing good in laughter of superiority or gloating when are dared how it is hurt the person. The finest laughter is laughter of the child for it is laughter of the life; it is causeless, unstipulated, and sincere. Not less salutarily smile influences an organism of the person. Widely smiling, we not only feel inflow of good mood, but also we include in the centers of pleasure of the brain. But the polite smile or a grin will not change mood.
And about one more interesting fact. Researches of scientists have shown, that the good mood protects from cold!

My friend has married on September, 18.
And we on the eve made for her something like wall newspaper, as at school. With photos, ribbons, spangles, bows, pictures, etc.
She liked it. And we agreed, that we shall make such things each time when someone from us will marry.
Little girl dreams of becoming adult, to carry heels and to paint eyelashes. She does not know, that the adult life has also other sides. There are adult feelings, adult emotions, adult it 'must and "mustn't". Everything is simple in the childhood: the word 'mustn't concerns only to the fifth sweet at once and to hitting the neighbour's boy.
And the adult girl dreams of that mum said 'must and it "mustn't" again . And the bad mark at school was the biggest and most insulting event during a week.
tiredness for the little girl - concept almost unknown. The tiredness arises, when all the day run or drive a bicycle, and for the adult girl the tiredness is a condition of soul and ideas. It is bad, when this condition is lasts for a long time. tiredness infectious, it amazes all organism, each section. And it is very difficult to get rid of it.

“ What do you want to get as a birthday present? ” - my guy asked me thoughtfully, and sparkled eyes: “ How about a session of erotic massage? ”. " The unusual gift ”, - I thought and immediately agreed. And we, pending something unusual and pleasant, rushed off in one of prestigious massage salon.

Having seen the woman in the salon, the personnel was a little surprised. Because men, coming here, prefer to leave the women at home. But I have not paid to it any attention and have aimed to correct this injustice.

On way there I represented myself the young handsome man - masseur with strong and the same time gentle hands who will lay me on a couch and... But ... Instead of blue-eyed blond in a massage cabinet came the girl. it became awkward and terrible. I am not gey and the prospect to spend the whole hour per with half-clothed and the beautiful woman did not inspire iridescent ideas. But, as it was found out, completely vainly!

Here masseuse knows the business. I lay on a couch naked, I am covered with a hot double bedsheet, and some very pleasant aroma appears in air. Quiet music sounds. Sheet - away! And began.

First I had such sensation as if I have got on the American hill. The first half an hour my young body was rumpled, squozed and stretched so, that bones cracked. I was hot from each touch of gentle, and at the same time strong, hands of the girl. I shall tell to you fairly - there was no anything erotic in it. But then there was something outstanding - I have suddenly felt weightlessness. It is strange, if erotic massage consists in it... But, appeared, it was only warm-up.

Soon I noticed, that relaxing music was replaced with more passionate and exciting. “ The most interesting now will begin ”, - was carried by in my head.

But I even could not dream about such "interesting". I was stroked, caressed, tickled, kissed, bit, pinch from time to time... You will laugh, but the most surprising and pleasant was the touch of a naked breast.

I am not the conservative, but till now did not think, that the woman can give to the woman such pleasure …

“ Well, how sensations? ”, - my guy asked me when I relaxed and pleased left a massage cabinet. “ Dear, thanks you for this gift ”, - I said. And, looked at beloved added: “ But it is good, that the session ended! Otherwise I would be compelled to reconsider the representations about traditional sexual orientation ”.

Work and only work
Yes, all develops, all changes.
It is called office prison, a corporate nightmare, day-to-day activities, at last. People hate their work, bosses, workplaces...
But i like it.
To keep an order (or routine), to be efficient next day. To get up early and to come in the morning at work. To strain, when I want to have a rest. I learned to select a tie to a shirt and a jacket. Even to look well, but not better, than the vice-president.

This corporate world... The World of humiliation, exploitation, tyranny, debauch, lust, greed, hatred... The World of formalization, systematization, classification, modeling...

It is so fine here and free! Initiative is not necessary here - all is thought up before you! Do not spend superfluous calories - just fill in the form developed earlier! You think how to solve a new task in view? For the beginning cancel all dates till Thursday and forget about sport club for a week! Also I beg, thrust the Labour Code ... farrr away! Or you want to make a new resume in two languages?

To learn to be the doer. Callous, but creative. Rather impudent, but not boor.
Quick on your toes, but not thoughtless; self-assured, but not self-confident...

Five (six, seven) days a week. Plus calendar holidays and the days off full of meetings with relatives, shops and house. Annual leave plus three days for irregular working hours. Business trips …in the future. bright and exciting prospects (drawn by the employer) with several zero.

I shall not tell now about a hemorrhoids and an impotence (sooner or later), as the human body falls ill if to sit some hours per day. About baldness and adiposity as in dining rooms seldom sell fresh fruit, and in cellars of administrative rooms there are no any training apparatus. About problems with sight. About often illnesses (you know, how many kinds of bacteria live on the evaporator of your conditioner?). And about the envious sights thrown furtively on representatives of Gilded youth as they can relax, have perfectly much free time not work and have devilishly decent cash... But whether I envy them actually? Maybe not so. Almost in an amicable way.

Well and so up to the end of days! (you do not want to live on one pension?!)

I have almost reconciled.
And u?

Elen: - I like to talk with u very much :) when I talk with u, it seems to me, that I know u all my life...

Dave: - Thanks:) it's very pleasant to hear :D I can tell the same, but do not want to repeat;)

Elen: - for a long time already I wanted to ask... let's meet some day? We can go to the cinema or somewhere else... we have been talking here more than 3 months already and...

David sharply settled back in an armchair... Again! Why you have spoiled everything? He nervously rubbed a chin, adjusted glasses and again put his hands on the keyboard...

Dave: - Sorry, I wanted to tell u b4, but it was so uncomfortable ...((( I have a g/f and we love each other... There is no sense to meet for us - I all the same do not believe in friendship between the man and the woman... But I hope it will not affect our talking?

Elen: -: (I understand everything... Sure it will not affect:)
Ok.. It's high time to go to bed... Good night:)

Dave: - I knew, that u would understand everything right :) Pleasant dreams!:) so long...bye...

David closed yahoo and looked at the clock - 2.30 a.m. ... He took off his glasses, rubbed his eyes with fingers and carefully turned his head around, stretching his neck which became numb for four hours. Settled back in an armchair which became already almost native he thoughtfully stared at the monitor - as background picture of his desktop there was her photo which she sent him a week after the beginning of their daily evening or night talking.

Welllll, she is really beautiful…, nothing to tell... and rather intelligent for her age. eh! eh! eh!, maybe I try? – No. David shook his head, answering himself on so inappropriate question - she need not fill her head with such things... Let she lives easy. He put on his glasses and took the mouse - some clicks, and instead of Helen on his desktop appeared the very nice puppy. Bye, bye, baby... Be happy!

Having switched off his computer, David clumsy, trying not to make a noise and not to wake mum sleeping in the next room, started to turn his wheelchair. During four months which have passed after returning from hospital, he has quite adapted to this awkward construction. And what should he do? Thanks mum who spent last money to a computer and the Internet, otherwise he just would go mad... It is not so easy to begin a life anew in 19 years after loosing both legs.

Then, there was the most responsible thing - he should get over from the wheelchair into the bed. By one movement adjusted for months of trainings he pulled out himself from the wheelchair and appeared on deafly squeaked sofa. He stiffened for a second, listening, whether mum woke up... Put his legless body under a blanket, David stretched a hand and switched off a night lamp hanging on a wall. Farewell, Helen... I did not want to hurt you.

Have you ever represented how many people on the Earth precisely as well as you during this moment in a unison to you say the same word? Who together with you in the same second sneezes, makes a declaration of love, recieve a telephone call and tells HALLO, switches off light, makes a drink of water, orders at restaurant cafe. How many, right now, during this instant occurs coincidences in the world? One million? Maybe billion? More? What ideas arise at people before they will make the same thing as you.
All these huge streams of ideas mix up. Ideas coincide, but different people come to them in different ways so everyone sees an end result of internal reasonings under his point of view and it means that nothing ever repeats again.
Each person has own emotions, at the use of some word, action, even if these words are said in a unison by millions person.Each person in each generation facing the identical problems as like as two peas in a pod with problems of other people at all times.
So each time making a decision we subject ourselves to small, or big, (depending on complexity of a situation in which we ask a question) stress, and we have so got used to these stresses, that they are a part of our life. We like to complicate everything, considering, that up to us nobody and never met similar difficulties. Why it is necessary each time, making a decision to worry about consequences; to worry, that the decision accepted not truly and how the situation will be developed if I'll act not so, but another way?
Daily in our head there is a uncountable amount of ideas, and finally, what influences us, what influences our acts, exact the same people as we are. The stereotypes constructed by some people long before our occurrence, layers of public opinion which were imposed one on another, forming our consciousness. So it turns out, we, it is not we, we it is the collective image which was put in us by people thinking so because they were affected with other people, and so on.
Who are we? Who are they? All is identical? All repeats! So it means if those people have generated our consciousness, we also can generate it as we like, not being tormented by doubts if accepted decision is correct, because it will be our personal, because we are such, because we are separately taken persons who build a life as they want to see it, with pluses and minuses. Not with those pluses and minuses which the society dictates us, but with those which only ours.
We creators of our happiness, only our happiness. Probably not clear and alien to somebody, but this is our, secret and personal, happiness with the person who is dear only for us and let it is not clear to anybody, let it contradicts to that layer of vital morals and principles, but this is ours, and nobody and nothing should affect us, because we it is we …

Classification of virgins

Princess
Dreams of princes, white horses and bed in petals... She is sure, that any sex and furthermore the very first, can be only because of big love. Soars among clouds in a strong separation from a reality. She is brought up on fairy tales. After the first disappointment devotes rest of her life to search of an ideal - as a rule, a clone of her father.
The king's daughter
She is excessively sure in own value and uniqueness. Dialogue with other people carries out by easy indulgence. Her childhood passed under the slogan " our daughter is worthy only the best ". The virginity protects as a brilliant, selecting for it the most precious frame. In searches of the suitable candidate can hold on up to middle age then can keep herself already on a habit. To sex concerns cool, as frequently it (owing to her passivity) does not justify expectations.
Browbeaten
Strict parents have inspired her, that sex out of marriage is dirtly and brutal. That the women giving without a ring on the finger, are necessary to nobody. They say, men do not respect them and never marry them. Carefully keeps the virginity till wedding. After the marriage most of all she risks to get the whole bouquet of neurosises on ground of sexual incompatibility because she buys "a pig in a poke"
Sex hater
She is brought up in collective of the angered lonely women under the motto " all of them need "the only thing" from you". She know about sex practically nothing, but all the same she is afraid of it. At idea about possible defloration can fall into a stupor. On all men looks as at latent maniacs, oral sex believes top of perversity. Give the man either because of strong love or because of the matrimonial duty obliges. In both cases - only suffers, because woman should have the man though he is a dirty beast, therefore it is necessary to suffer. As a rule, do not live in a marriage for a long time, or exist parallel with more liberated mistresses. Against the mistresses protest only externally, internally believe, that all the same each mean animal necessarily cheat his wonderful wife, because the nature is such.
The virgin surgical
Having in plenty developed with good and different men, at last has met her only soulmate. But a trouble, her beloved is old-fashioned and wants to see after wedding the stained with blood bedsheet. What to do? To save not too big sum, and to go to hospital where under a local narcosis virginity will darn. So easy!

He was tiptop man. All-sufficient, clever, stately. Well, true Man. Many girls fell in love with him, but he was inaccessible. But love once comes to everybody...

He pretended, that it doesn't matter for him. He tried to be strong. Impenetrable. Told lies to the friend, that he already has absolutely forgotten her. But he actually told lies to himself. Because the friend understood everything!
In his eyes there was her reflection, his hands smelt with her parfume and lips recollected taste of her kiss.

But he stoically withstand separation from the beloved. Live, worked, have rest, amuse himself.
And in one of such holidays, there was an interesting thing. He became sad. He cannot hold the feelings in himself. Summer evening, an easy breeze, restaurant on a beach, a bottle of expensive wine... And music.
Be damned these musicians with the " romantic songs ". Injured deeply.

He seized phone and wrote a pair of lines. A pair of lines, clear only to her. Looked at the display and pressed button " SEND "...
He almost ceased to supervise himself. He would give a half of his life that she would sit near him now.

Tonight i saw a dream. In this dream I die and turn into a brick. Ye, exactly - in a brick. I am a part of the wall put in 1951. My external side leaves on windows of the girl who I love. At a life she gave me up. Day after day I observe of her room, of her life. I see as she comes and leaves. I see her with men. I can tell nothing, I can not move. I am held with cement. I cannot make anything, except for silently see; I even cannot close my eyes.
Sometimes I see her loneliness. I see as she sobs, closed her face with her hands - and I can make nothing, I can not help. I can look only. Sometimes she looks out in a window and looks at me. I can't say with the words how painfully to look right in her face and to know, that she does not see me. She sees only a wall. She disappears for many weeks, and I think of, where she is; who is now with her. And I wait...
All other bricks are just simple bricks - they cannot think; they do nothing. And only my discontent reminds me that I am still alive. I have neither feet nor hands. I am not hot or cold. I do not sleep. I am never hungry and thirsty. My face is a small rectangular of red lime. Same, as millions others. Sometimes it seems to me, that I am a man, and all this simply terrible dream. But the days pass, and I understand, that I actually a brick in the big wall.
Once she moves. Days turn to months, and soon passes year without her. Now I can do nothing, except for think out the reasons for her returning and to trust, that I shall be right. Five years passes. My mind starts to leave me. I observe of squirrels and birds. I become the witness of two fires and robberies. Leaves fall down from branches. But at night, in full silence - I think of her. She is somewhere. I am here, always here. Even not in waiting, just here.
My God, do not give me to live eternity in torments of indifference. Do not give eternity to become tragedy. I pretend my face stiffened in agonies of silent shout. Without the right to tell the truth. Captured for ever. Suspended in empty darkness of eternity. Immured in a wall, similar to others

Hunting for... a tornado

In the USA there is the unique kind of entertainment combining risk elements and scientific research. It is "hunting" for a tornado. "Hunters" every summer leave to Oklahoma or to east Texas that on the car to pursue destructive whirlwinds. When the distance between a tornado and car becomes minimal, "hunters" leave on road and try to photograph a whirlwind on a film. These people are called suicides or mad. "Hunters" do not refuse neither that, nor from another. In the central part of the USA tornado are met enough frequently. They represent huge whirlwinds in which air is rejected to periphery therefore in the center there is a zone of very low pressure. Here is sucked in everything that comes across on a way of a tornado. First its column is almost transparent, but then, on a measure of "filling" with sand and stones, the tornado turns in dirty - brown funnel with a huge dust cloud above. Whirlwinds can move with speed of 60 kilometers to one hour and is higher. them It is impossible to stop, therefore they are investigated still not enough. First "hunters" for a tornado were Dave Hoadly, Roger Jensen and Neal Bard in 1950th years. Subsequently their craft has turned into original kind of sports. Now these "sportsmen" is totaled more than a hundred. The tornado frequently arises during thunder-storms. And if the thunder-storm begins at night, "hunter" is waited with the most dangerous adventure - " blind hunting ". Among this storm hell the car rushes shined by lightnings, representing the big danger to "hunter" . The hailstones from ice floes in size with a billiard sphere is not less terrible. At last, incorrect turn of a rudder too threatens with destruction to the car and its driver. Sometimes "hunters" meet with unusual, at times the inexplicable phenomena. Till now scientists cannot take in sense why after violence of a whirlwind local residents find... the plucked hens! "Hunter" Jim Stephen on the farm destroyed by a storm has found out a metal jug with the dead cock who has appeared inside! How it there has got, if the neck of a jug was very narrow? That Snatch the first has arrived on the farm destroyed by a whirlwind in state Kansas. Approaching to ruins, he saw an alive horse, put by tornado on a rocky ledge on height of 15 meters! The unfortunate animal with the big work managed to be lowered on the ground. The tornado, alas, raises the bloody tribute. One of "hunters", John Richardson recently was lost, he is the seventeenth victim. On plain of the western Texas his mutilated car was found, and in the side - a dead body of the researcher. Believe, that John was lost on " blind hunting ". Probably, he could not evade from collision with a tornado...

When diligence becomes dangerous? When work replaces all kinds of activity. When the person cannot relax even for a minute and take pleasure in something another - in dialogue with family, walk on the nature, the good book. A problem at the workaholic is the same as at the alcoholic. He should work, as the alcoholic should drink. The worm of internal anxiety constantly gnaws him, not giving a respite, - only working, he feels value of own life.
As a matter of fact, workaholism is a flight. Constant pressure of work becomes an excuse - like no time reflect on the life, there is no time for family, children.
But where he tried to escape from problems, they remain and constantly press. It results in the latent stress, and early or late:- efficiency and production of work fall; - family and other personal relations collapse; - representations about what is important and what is not, are displaced; - health gradually worsens.
Advices to the workaholic.
1. Gradually reduce number of working hours in a week. Avoid sharp changes, begin with forbidding to yourself to work on the days off.
2. Planning the day, allow time for entertainments, as for the most important affair. Remember, the pleasure is a medicine for stress.
3. Every day you need few physical exercises. Let it be walk or small gymnastics, but it you need it every day.
4. Avoid speaking at dinner about work. Agree upon it with colleagues if you have dinner together with them.
5. Choose a hobby least similar for your work.
6. At least one kind of activity should be connected to communication in family or with friends. You need come off colleagues and to not keep away from interests of family.
7. Forbid to yourself to feel faults if you are not occupied with work.
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"Workaholism" is more likely the time, taking place phenomenon as with rare exception it is connected to vacuum in private life. If work replaces all for your beloved: family, mix with friends, simply high-grade rest you should look for the reason of such relation to a life.

I am I! I can't praise myself, or abuse! I could tell about myself for hours, but could just keep silent. That all thought, that I am the person-riddle and by that to cause interest to myself. But I need not to hide something about myself, I do not have secrets. I am the open and self-assured person. I am afraid of nothing … Everyone likes to speak about himself, I am not exception. I admit to you, I too love myself, sometimes so, that I overestimate my opportunities, but it does not prevent me at all, on the contrary, in some cases it even helps. Probably I am talented, versatile and even strange, other people not always can understand me, probably, it is my bug. I have got used to rely only on myself, in all!!! I never asked, and I shall not ask, someone another to do my work or to help me to cope with it. I am proud person and do not like to ask about something! To be the winner it is necessary to be independent and to do all, to rely only on the own forces and intuition. I am the strong personality, it is my plus! I will never bend down under weight of difficulties, more likely I'll struggle up to the victorious end, rather than regret myself and pour tears in vain. I am the warrior and the fighter. I never stop the purposes, sometimes I go to them longer, than follows, but nevertheless I reach them. The destiny is destiny, everyone has it's own, everything, that it gives me, I accept with gratitude and I study much with it help. I do not love somebody's pity. I shall more likely consider it for the insult . It is all the same for me, what the people think of me, I do not deface my nerves because of another's idle talks, I protect them just in case. I am the happy person, I have desire to live. Every day I wake up with a smile and cheer myself optimistical ideas: I believe, that all will be good sometimes, main thing is to wait, a little to suffer and then all will be, as it is conceived. I shall reach all the tops which meet on my way, and I shall try not to fall. I shall not give up even if I will be prevented by global natural accidents. Because I am strong!!! Because I am I!!!

How many blogs are there on this site, and also forums, correspondences, messages where the main theme - our ideas, questions, reflections about love... How many posts about love from users' of the day there was here... How many pain, euphoria, then again pains... And so on a circle.

And posts about this love, for someone hated and for others simply not clear, for one - it is enlightenment, and for another - loss of everything, everything, that was, is and will be...

And where is sense I ask? Where is sense? All write something ... About the same. Is it became more clear to somebody, does somebody know the formula? No. And if someone says 'yes' it is simple because this person has not lost...still Still more enough times. enough to cease to search for this essence of love. This foolish essence which, even those who have found, could not kept... Maybe it is not exist at all. So why we all are about the same?

It is very interesting to me, why we all are about the same... And not only in questions of love... I am about philosophy. There are no answers to questions. There are 'answers' - answers individual, that we find for ourselves. But in fact and they vary, with time, with experience, or with something else.

All varies, and we vary. So why we cannot live simply, without 'why' and how - live simply with today, and love that is, not for something, not for some reason. It would be so easier...